Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

After two or three days of turmoil, the Jiang family barely returned to its former peace.

Having regained the freedom to open her mouth, Mrs. Jiang sat on the steps, looking up at the sunlight, tears welling up in her eyes with emotion.

Yuan Zifan went out to gain experience for more than half a year, and became more and more adept at his work.

While Lu Yi was sitting in the yard making milk powder, he counted casually. He passed by Old Lady Jiang three times when washing dishes and fetching water, twice when feeding chickens, and three times when feeding pigs... countless times.

Lu Yi couldn't remember whether he counted to fifteen or sixteen times. Tiantian in his arms was full and was picked up by Lu's mother to walk around the house.

Lu Yi moved his recliner to the tree in the yard and started to listen to the excitement immersively.

"Zifan, come here." Old Mrs. Jiang stretched out her hand and called Yuan Zifan over.

"Didn't I tell you to do less work? Where's the big girl? Don't take what the uncles and aunts at home say to heart. They're just saying it casually. If you have any work, just push it to the big girl. Do you hear me?"

"Look at your hands, they're almost as good as mine."

Old Mrs. Jiang took Yuan Zifan's hand and moved her body so that he could sit next to her.

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Mrs. Jiang was stunned. Later she realized that the child's illness had not been cured yet and he could not speak at all.

"Why can't you speak?"

Old Mrs. Jiang muttered to herself, patted the back of Yuan Zifan's hand, and sat up straight.

She looked around, especially at the main hall, and then whispered in Yuan Zifan's ear, "Don't be afraid, grandma will definitely check what's wrong with you."

She paused, then continued, "We just have to wait a while. The family has spent money and we don't have much money left. Wait until your uncle Erzhu sends back his allowance, and then grandma will take you to the hospital right away!"

Yuan Zifan lowered his eyes and flashed with resentment, but he still nodded, looked up at Old Lady Jiang and gave her an endearing smile.

Old Mrs. Jiang felt sad and hugged Yuan Zifan tightly, refusing to let go. "Child, you have suffered so much!"

Only after experiencing it myself can you know how painful it is to be unable to speak!

This child is still so young, and he is Dazhu's biological child, the only grandson of the Jiang family. How could he become mute at such a young age...

No, she must cure this child's illness!

Old Mrs. Jiang's eyes were extremely firm. Because of the angle of view, she couldn't see the disgust and annoyance in Yuan Zifan's eyes.

The five-yuan allowance that Jiang Erzhu sent to the Jiang family was taken back by Old Mrs. Jiang half a month later. She held it carefully in her arms and did not dare to leave it for a moment.

When Old Man Jiang came back, Old Mrs. Jiang felt relieved.

"Old man, after lunch, you should have a good rest. When you wake up, we will take Zifan to the hospital, right?"

The only grandson of the Jiang family has really become mute. Even if she goes to the underworld in the future, she will not be able to face the ancestors of the Jiang family.

Old Man Jiang nodded, his face still showing the fatigue of working in the farm all morning, "Okay."

Lu Yi took the last bite of the peach cake in his hand, clapped his hands and prepared to eat lunch. After eating, he could go out to bask in the sun. Well, he would bask under Old Lady Jiang’s window.

Just as I got up, there were two knocks on the door. It was Lu's father.

He peeked in and gave Lu Yi a warm smile, "Yier, where's your mother?"

Thinking of how Lu's mother seemed absent-minded when eating and sleeping recently, Lu Yi blinked and deliberately glanced towards the kitchen. Then she took two steps into the house, stopped and glanced back.

Sure enough, Father Lu tiptoed to the kitchen.

There was a lot of noise inside for a while, and finally Lu's father came out first.

He stood beside Lu Yi and rubbed his hands, then slowly sat down on the chair with almost piety and gratitude in his eyes.

Lu Yi couldn't help but ask, "Dad, are you afraid of hurting the chair by sitting like this?"

Father Lu smiled foolishly, then hurriedly stood up and took the dishes from Mother Lu's hand. When he saw her come out with three bowls in her hands, the curve of his mouth widened again.

"Baihua, I..." Just as Father Lu was about to speak, Mother Lu coldly retorted, "Eat first, don't talk."

Although Mr. Lu felt satisfied with the meal, he felt uncomfortable in his heart and was very restless. As soon as he put down his bowl, he was coldly driven away by Mrs. Lu.

Looking at Lu's father's absent-minded back, Lu Yi smiled and stuffed a bowl of hot malted milk into Lu's mother's hands, and asked her what she was thinking.

Lu's mother paused for a long time, swallowing the malted milk mouthful by mouthful, and only after she finished it did she utter a word.

"Your dad is a good guy in every way, except his mom. I get angry just thinking about her."

Mother Lu snatched the empty bowl from Lu Yi's hand, stacked it with the empty plate and chopsticks, and took it to the kitchen. "We must teach him a lesson."

Lu Yi stood there in a daze for a moment, then turned his head and met the eyes of Jiang Tian who had her eyes open.

Jiang Tian babbled a few more times, and Lu Yi's mouth curled up slightly. He held Jiang Tian horizontally with both hands and teased her in his arms for a long time.

The sunlight was a bit strong after lunch. Lu Yi wandered around for two or three minutes, then returned to the bench under the eaves and took a piece of peach cake to eat slowly.

Old man Jiang woke up from a drowsy nap. When he turned his face, he felt a familiar cold and wet feeling. Although he was not fully awake, his brain had already skillfully woken up his mouth.

"Dazhu! Sanzhu! Get up! Your mother is not well again!"

While shouting, he reached out and patted the unconscious half of Old Mrs. Jiang's face. After waking her up, the whole family rushed to the hospital.

Yuan Zifan was almost peeling the bark off the tree as he watched them leave, muttering to himself, "Why on earth? Why did this old man become paralyzed when he was taking me to the hospital after getting the money back?!"

"That's right."

Yuan Danniu walked over with her hands on her hips, with a hint of gloating in her eyes, and it was unclear whether it was directed at Old Mrs. Jiang or Yuan Zifan.

She shook her head, as if she was very sorry.

"Brother, you probably have to wait until next month to have any hope of curing your inability to speak."

The pigs in the pigsty grunted twice, and Yuan Danniu jumped over a few times to feed the pigs. Even after she jumped far away, she could still hear her drawn-out voice coming towards her.

"What a pity!"

The next day, Mrs. Jiang, whose facial paralysis had improved, touched her mouth and dared not speak. She looked up at the sky cautiously, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.

Father Lu came again. Ever since he had lunch at Lu Yi's place last time, he came to check things out every two days. Father Lu could tell you the road from Lujia Village to Jiangtang Village with his eyes closed. He really knew the road by heart.

Tiantian grew from a one-month-old baby to a seven-month-old baby. Finally, with tears in his eyes, Lu's father took his wife back from Lu Yi's home.

He'd been so nauseous over the past six months, he'd apologized countless times to Sheng Baihua behind his daughter and son's backs! She'd invited him to dinner, but then kicked him out afterward!

Mr. Lu scratched his head but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Until the day before yesterday, his mother brought Lu Guangzong, who was still unmarried, to his house. She talked a lot and he stared at them in a daze.

Why didn’t I think my mother’s words were so unpleasant before?